Chapter 5E

And then I attacked. I kicked, screamed, and slapped, bit, spit, and elbowed my way, and they were definitely caught by a bit of surprise. There were yells and I felt one of them release me from his death grip(no pun intended) and a little bit of hope filled me, for that one second, maybe I was lucky enough to get away. I tripped the other guy and he sprawled out on the cool tiled floor, and then I made a mad dash back around the corner, trying my hardest to get away, adrenaline rushing through my veins. And then I felt rough hands on my ankle, and I plunged onto the floor painfully. At least I had tried.
This time they took out a pair of handcuffs and leg shackles, with much protest on my part. But they still got it done, and shoved me forwards.
The guys cussed a couple of times, and rubbed their sore arms while dragging me along.
And then we were there. An empty room. Solid cold. Hit me as I entered. The two men held me down against the back wall, and I closed my eyes. The hands cut off the circulation in my arms, and my heart was beating so fast and hard and I was going to throw up, dizziness swirling through me like a tornado. Knowing I was going to die and actually being about to die were two different things. And I wanted to cry but I couldn’t. I choked back tears, and a strange sort of calm set over me, because all I wanted was for it to be over, and I forced myself not to think of anything else but the white wall in front of me.
It was funny, I mused, that only the other day my biggest problem had been finding a watch for mystery guy, and now I was about to get shot. I wondered what Lindsay was doing right then, trying to keep my mind off of dying. She was probably talking to mystery guy right now, maybe they’d kissed already. Who knew.
Another man walked into the room, holding a vial of some strange liquid. I squirmed against the iron grip. And he walked slowly towards me, holding it out, and then he plunged it into my arm, and I felt it slowly entering my body, I could no longer see, or smell, I could only feel my body hitting the ground when their footsteps left, and their voices..
“Leave her there, she’ll die in ten minutes,”
“Okay, go tell them,”
And then silence.
I lay there, and I could literally feel my heart slowing down. But I wasn’t in pain, I was at peace. I was just…happy. It was over. And I convinced myself of this until a sharp fire flew into my lungs, and I remembered everything I’d told myself to forget, remembered my life and how things used to be, and how I’d never get to change. And I cried out, but I couldn’t hear my own voice, just the cold floor beneath me.
Time seemed to pass so slowly, because I still wasn’t dead when the footsteps returned. I ought to play dead, I thought. That way they won’t kill me again. But no one talked, no one said a word, and when strong arms lifted me and heavy breathing and a soft T-shirt carried me, I didn’t think about it.  I gave in to sleep. Or death. Whatever it was.
In my dreams it felt like I was awake, but something in me knew I wasn’t. I was lying in a soft hospital bed, IV’s stuck in my arms. I heard voices coming towards me and waited, wondering what turn my dream would take. The voices were men. Roy? Roy, had he come for me? Had he saved me? It felt unreal, and his footsteps came closer and closer and I could just see his face leaning over me.